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 Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2016 4:52 pm
It's happened again.
Rabbit opens the door to the salon and instead of stepping into Mavericks he finds himself in other ashdown. Somewhere nearby, he can smell burnt herbs and hear the juicy crackling of fat. Something acrid lies beneath it all.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2016 4:10 pm
He took a step back when he found damp and gloom rather than a row of salon chairs, but it was too late. Rabbit's heel met nothing but a wall, the clenching of his empty hands the only indication that he was frustrated by the situation. A second or two later he hurried forward as if to erase his hesitation.
"Come and get me, motherfuugghhhoddd!" It was one of those smells that might have been nice had he been anticipating it, but catching it out of the blue was like biting into an oatmeal raisin cookie when you were expecting chocolate chip. He paused to swallow and push the grimace from his face, then moved in the direction of the smell and its crackling accompaniment. One thing he had learned about other ashdown was that it was better to follow the things that seemed out of place here. Otherwise you just ended up wandering around in the rain.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2016 5:01 pm
The other party is a man on literal fire. "Hello again, Bennett," he says. "How are the eggs? I don't suppose they've hatched yet."
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2016 5:30 pm
The smell began to gather at the back of his throat, its underlying bitterness building the longer he breathed it in. When he saw where it was coming from, he understood why.
He didn't get too close.
"Hello to you. Sir." He swallowed again, not sure why he'd granted the man a title, but pleased with his unconscious decision nonetheless. A little subservience might keep him from getting burned. "I think they're all right. They're safe and they're still eggs. You must be pretty high up to get my full file, huh?" Truthfully, it disturbed him that this guy knew anything about him at all. If this was to be a sentimental visit, he wanted the nice woman with the desk back.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2016 8:10 pm
"Human children always imagine they are such mysteries," says the burning man. He sounds... displeased? Hm, not quite. It doesn't capture the depth and breadth of the disdain in his voice. "As if you aren't open books to one who has the proper education." Like him. "I think you'll do," says the burning man. He reaches for Rabbit's face. Smerdle we are good to wrap on your post! this is where rabbit passes tf out ;3
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2016 6:34 am
He had expected something like this to hurt a lot more than it did. Before the man's hand met the side of his face, all of Rabbit's protests and questions left him, his mind consumed by prickling heat and the sizzle of inhuman flesh as he fell unconscious.
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